After paying the money and coming out of the small noodle restaurant, Yang Dongxu waved his hand at a street corner not far away. Li Fuzhen's bodyguards were thrown away, because the eldest princess who lost her temper didn't let people follow, although there were still bodyguards following behind, but they had already been thrown off by Yang Dongxu.

However, Li Fuzhen's bodyguards shook it off, and even Du Fei didn't follow. Because when they entered the playground, Du Fei was waiting outside the gate of the playground.

However, Du Fei brought two bodyguards hidden in the crowd to follow. Yang Dongxu felt it when he got out of the taxi before, even if he entered the bar, he still felt that the bodyguard was following behind him.

With Yang Dongxu's wave of his hand, a middle-aged uncle with a small felt hat, who was not tall and a little fat, and had a scruffy beard and looked very ordinary, walked away, took a puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and then threw it on the ground and ran it over with his foot a few times and walked out of the hidden corner.

"Koreans?" Yang Dongxu, the bodyguard who looked like a middle-aged uncle who came out, was stunned for a moment.

In the eyes of foreigners, there may be almost no difference between Chinese, Koreans and Japanese. It's as if the current Chinese people look at foreigners as if they were carved out of a mold.

But as a Chinese, it is still very simple to distinguish the people in these three countries. You don't even have to listen to each other, and you don't have to observe other characteristics, just looking at the temperament can basically have an eighty percent chance of stepping on it.

The temperament of the Chinese is peaceful most of the time, which feels not surprising but cannot be ignored. The temperament of Koreans is much softer, always giving people a kind of small family atmosphere huddled together, while Japanese people are humble on the surface but very proud and unique in their bones.

"No, I did a little bit of makeup. The middle-aged man grinned, and when he heard that the other party still had a little Henan accent when he spoke, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but glance at him and nodded: "You know what kind of place this is, let Du Fei come and pick me up." ”

Now Lee Fuzhen is drunk and unconscious, and his Korean level is only at Savadika, which is wrong...... It was the stage of Hasai, and there was no way to call a taxi.

"Okay. The middle-aged man nodded, turned around vigilantly, and then returned to the corner.

Yang Dongxu half-hugged Li Fuzhen and took two more steps forward, leaning against the back of a bus stop sign to block the wind. It has now entered the beginning of December of the solar calendar, and the temperature in Hangzhou is better, but now it is quite cold at night on the peninsula.

However, he didn't wait long, or the bodyguard hidden in the crowd had been in contact with Du Fei all the time. So in less than three minutes, Du Fei's car drove in front of him, followed by Li Fuzhen's bodyguard's car and her assistant who was about to go crazy.

"Mr. Yang, you have to give me a reasonable explanation for today's matter. The assistant looked at Yang Dongxu with fiery eyes.

She is the personal assistant arranged by the president to be next to the eldest princess, since the princess was abducted for a whole day, and now she is still drunk, and the initiator still wants to be fine, she can no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

Yang Dongxu put Li Fuzhen into the car, turned his head and glanced at the female assistant lightly. The female assistant suddenly felt her whole body stiffen suddenly, like a mouse meeting a cat, which made her subconsciously take a step back.

"It's best to think before you talk next time. Yang Dongxu said flatly.

The retreating female assistant's face turned red instantly, and she opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't say it. Watching Yang Dongxu return to his car, Du Fei smiled and started to leave.

"Assistant Park, do you want us to ......" A bodyguard came over with some resentment. Since the princess disappeared for a day, it is not only the female assistant's dereliction of duty, but also their bodyguards.

"What's the matter with you, send the young lady home, and the president will deal with it." The assistant who was already on fire but didn't dare to face Yang Dongxu's hair, turned around and sat in the car with a roar.

The other bodyguards shrank their heads and didn't dare to fan the flames again, and the bodyguards were naturally closer to the assistant than the assistant. Especially a personal assistant like this is basically half a friend or even half a relative. This relationship is not comparable to that of their bodyguards.

After returning to the hotel and taking a hot shower, Yang Dongxu, who was tired, fell asleep with his pillow dipped in his head. After a dreamless night, when I opened my eyes again, it was already five o'clock the next morning. This is the biological clock formed by more than ten years of thunder and martial arts training.

But this biological clock has been a bit of a bit of a time in recent years, although it is this point of awakening every time. But Yang Dongxu no longer gets up directly like before, especially in winter, he must grind in the quilt, even if he no longer sleeps, he will lie in the quilt and think about things, instead of getting up directly.

grinding and chirping until six o'clock, Yang Dongxu listened to the sound of Du Fei doing push-ups and kicking legs outside the house for a long time to spread his body. Some are bored and crawl out of bed, and it is inconvenient to not have a smartphone. Getting up and getting up to ink will be boring for an hour at most, which is like the future life, even if you wake up at four o'clock in the morning, brush around with your mobile phone, and don't feel that it will be noon for a long time.

After washing up and looking at the breakfast on the dining table, although it was very exquisite, it was not as rich as the variety of breakfast in the domestic roadside stalls, Yang Dongxu took a sip of porridge: "Are there many domestic people in the company?"

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the bodyguard who was hiding in the shadows yesterday, although he could always feel the presence of the other party. But he really didn't think that the other party was from Chinese mainland.

"At the beginning, there were a lot, especially during the great disarmament, ninety percent of the company was our domestic. After all, people in China know the roots, and they can rest assured that they use it.

Later, life in China gradually got better, and Brother Wu occasionally introduced some comrades-in-arms to join in. However, there are basically wars going on in the Middle East, and domestic faces are a little inconvenient over there. So there are more veterans on the north side.

Now there are some backbones in the Middle East, and most of them are veterans of the Western face. As for the veterans in China before, they returned to China in batches, some worked as employees in other companies, and some entered the property company of Hurricane Construction as security guards. However, the elite still stays in the headquarters, for example, some of the company's high-level security problems are worn and withdrawn from these people. ”

"Oh. Yang Dongxu nodded: "Next year, Haina will expand the overseas market, you ask Brother Du to prepare it, and give some security guards with western faces, preferably those who can speak English." Of course, the Americans, or the British, would be better. In the next few years, Haina's main target was the U.S. market. ”

"Okay, I made a note of it. Du Fei stuffed the dim sum in front of him into his mouth to show that he understood what Yang Dongxu meant.

Yang Dongxu, who doesn't know Korean after breakfast and has no interest in Korean tourist attractions at the moment, is too lazy to go out of the house. So I rummaged through the bookcase in my room and took out a book about the industrial revolution after World War II.

The book is the original German, not Korean or English, Yang Dongxu is out of Russian and English, and his self-taught German and French are not at the professional level, but whether it is speaking or reading books and newspapers, there is no problem. So it's a relish to lean directly on the couch and watch it.

Until more than eleven o'clock in the morning, Yang Dongxu Jue considered whether it was time when he couldn't eat lunch in the room. The door to the presidential suite was opened, and a whole bunch of hangers pulled in.

From jackets to pants, from leather shoes to socks, as well as watches, tie clips, plus a row of makeup artists carrying makeup suitcases, it is very much the salary and young lady of the chaebol in the Korean drama of later generations, going out to party and picking out clothes and jewelry at home, just like the feeling of Everbright Mall.

After a group of people came in, Li Fuzhen pointed at Yang Dongxu, and then a hairstylist with studs came to Yang Dongxu and said in English: "Hello, Mr. Yang, my name is Tony, and I will help you design a hairstyle for the banquet tonight." ”

"I'll go, hairstylist Tony is starting to become popular at this time?" Yang Dongxu suddenly thought of nine of the ten hairstylists in the later generations named Tony. He spoke Korean, so Tony looked at him blankly, then looked back at Lee Bo-jin.

"Let's wash our hair first. Yang Dongxu got up, threw the book on the sofa and stood up.

This time Yang Dongxu spoke in English, Tony understood, and hurriedly carried the makeup case in his hand to follow. Once in the bathroom, Tony opened the makeup in his hand and removed the rows of things that looked like they were all shampoo or conditioner. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, and handed his head to Tony to wash casually. His hair is indeed a bit long now, and he needs to be trimmed. But not to mention, people can be brought here by Li Fuzhen, there are indeed two brushes. At least Yang Dongxu's scalp is quite comfortable.

After washing his hair, sitting on the seat that he specially moved in for a haircut, and walking around his neck, the two people in front of Yang Dongxu stood a huge mirror.

Tony first sandwiched the temples of Yang Dongxu between the fingers of his left and right hands, shook it up and down left and right, as if observing his head shape, fantasizing about the design plan in his mind, and said after a few seconds: "Keep the sideburns, comb the top back to set, and the side can be dyed into ......"

"Gotta get it!" Before Tony finished speaking, Yang Dongxu knew that this product wanted to give himself a classic hairstyle of Elvis Presley, and also integrated his own creative elements, such as what color was dyed on both sides, "Listen to me, don't move the hair on both sides from this place up, fix it or not for a while, this place will be pushed off all the sideburns and sideburns, push it next to the scalp, and ...... in the back"

Watching Yang Dongxu snatch the comb from his hand, gesturing on his head and constantly saying requests he had never seen before, Tony frowned and was very displeased.

The most annoying thing about a designer is undoubtedly that others criticize his designs. And Yang Dongxu no longer pointed fingers, but directly threw his design aside and designed it himself.

If it were someone else, he would definitely turn around and leave, thinking that he Tony is also a master in the Korean fashion industry. The king of Hong Kong and Taiwan came to do the hairstyle himself, which onion do you think you are a little hanging?

But obviously he can't leave even if he's angry, and he doesn't know the identity of this kid in front of him. But the three-star eldest princess next to her is definitely something he can't afford to provoke.